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By Briana Kassia Date: 2009 Apr 14 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.14.23.29.7157]] |
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fly with me, before the storm tears us from the sky before the heat of the sun like the hammer of a jealous god melts these waxen wings to punish us for daring to love so hard so high so long the earth is a far thing not to be considered when love has given us wings but always, I fear gravity's inescapable rule the inexorable fall hearts in mouths and fingers reaching to hold just for one second more and then that final tumbling crash to arid earth or sunclawed wave to grief and pain and hard harsh reality unless we could direct our fall use the storm winds to speed us forth cutting before the god's rage and alight instead amidst cool linen sheets and soft eiderdown clouds a nest made for loving and holding safe such odd birds as we |